gf!shoko ieiri and gf!yuki tsukumo love to spoil her younger girlfriend ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
You wandered through the bustling mall with Shoko on your left and Yuki on your right, their hands brushing against yours every few steps, your girlfriends had decided today was for spoiling you rotten.
“Pick whatever you want, baby,” Shoko said, fingers lightly tracing your lower back as you stepped into the first boutique. “We love seeing you in pretty things.”
Yuki grinned beside her. “And we really love taking them off you later.”
You bit your lip, already blushing as they guided you toward the racks. They were so different yet so perfectly in sync when it came to you. Shoko moved calmly, picking out soft sweaters and fitted dresses she thought would hug your body just right. Yuki was bolder, holding up short skirts and low-cut tops with a playful smirk.
You tried on a soft cream-colored sweater first. When you stepped out of the dressing room, both of them were waiting on the little couch outside.
Shoko’s eyes softened immediately. “Come here,” she murmured, reaching out to adjust the collar, her fingers grazing your collarbone. “You look so fucking cute. It makes me want to keep you in my lap all day.”
Yuki leaned back, eyes dragging slowly down your frame. “So cute, your boobs look amazing in it.”
You giggled, twisting a little in front of the mirror. “Stop it…”
But you didn’t want them to stop. Not really.
They kept spoiling you. Dresses, tops, jeans that made your ass look incredible (Yuki’s words). Every time you came out, Shoko would pull you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple or your shoulder while whispering how beautiful you were, Yuki was less subtle. When you tried on a tight black dress that clung to your curves, she let out a low whistle.
“Fuck, princess. Bend over just a little for me? Yeah, like that. God, I need to fuck you in this later.”
Your face burned, but the giggle that escaped you was pure delight. Shoko snorted, rolling a cigarette between her fingers to smoke later. “You’re making our girl nervous, Yuki.”
“Aw nooo,” Yuki fake pouted, raising her hand for you to come between her legs. “Do I make you nervous, doll?” She batted her eyelashes, looking up at you as her hands rested low on your hips.
“N-no,” you answered, looking at her for one second before looking away.
“Don’t lie…” Shoko added with a little smirk.
You clicked your tongue in frustration, now nodding. “A little.” You put your thumb and index finger close to each other, showing Yuki how little she made you nervous.
“A pretty girl like you can’t be shy.” Yuki shook her head, getting up and grabbing your hand. “C’mon, we’re taking it all and we’re going to the makeup store next.”
Shoko dabbed lipstick on your lips with careful fingers. “This shade looks so pretty on you,” she said softly, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. “Makes me want to kiss it all off.”
Yuki leaned in from the other side, close enough that her breath tickled your ear. “Bet it leaves the prettiest marks on the skin.”
You squirmed in your seat, thighs pressing together, heart racing at how casually they said things like that in public. But they knew exactly how much you loved it.
The lingerie store was the most intense, you felt heat rising to your cheeks the second you stepped inside. “We don’t really have to—”
But they were already choosing sets for you to try on. “This one,” Shoko said, holding a pink lace set up. “You’ll look like an angel in it. Our sweet little angel.”
Yuki immediately grabbed a deep red sheer babydoll. “This one too. I bet your nipples are gonna show right through it.”
They ushered you into the large fitting room together, locking the door behind them. The space was intimate, just the three of you and the warm lighting. You slipped into the pink lace first, hands a little shaky with excitement. When you turned around, both of them went quiet for a second.
Shoko exhaled slowly, stepping closer. Her hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking the bare skin above the panties. “Look at you… so pretty for us.” She kissed your neck gently, then your jaw. “We’re so lucky you’re ours.”
Yuki’s eyes were darker, hungrier. She came up behind you, pressing against your back, hands sliding down to cup your ass. “Jesus, baby. This little set is not lasting all night. I’m gonna eat you out while you’re still wearing it, then fuck you nice and deep till you’re crying my name.”
“Yuki!” You let out a soft, giggly whimper, hiding your burning face against Shoko’s shoulder.
Shoko tilted your chin up, kissing you slow and deep, her tongue teasing yours until your knees felt weak. When she pulled back, Yuki turned your head to claim your mouth too, her kiss hotter, more demanding, biting your bottom lip playfully.
“You’re our good girl, right?” Shoko whispered against your ear.
You nodded fast. “The best.”
“Mm, I love to hear that. Don’t you, Sho?” Yuki commented with a grin against your neck.
Shoko hummed in approval, already planning all the things they’re going to do that night to you together, they love so much to team up against you.
✦A potions accident had turned them into a woman for the next 24 hours.
Azul Ashengrotto
The twins had warned you with matching mischievous grins, a potions accident had turned Azul into a woman for the next 24 hours. You wasted no time heading straight to his room.
“Azul, please let me in!” you called gently through the door.
“I look ridiculous!” came his voice from the other side, still unmistakably his, but lighter and softer. “You’re just going to laugh at me. I won’t be leaving this room until the potion wears off.”
“Azul, I would never make fun of you. Please?”
After several long minutes of gentle coaxing, the door finally cracked open.
Your brain short circuited.
Azul stood there, arms crossed defensively. Long, silky hair framed a stunning face, full lips, rosy cheeks, long lashes framing those familiar sharp eyes. He looked beautiful.
Lord have mercy.
“…See? I look like a joke!” he muttered, cheeks already turning pink.
You stepped inside, closed the door, and cupped his face with both hands. “You’re dumb if you think that. You look just as breathtaking as you always do. But with a feminine touch.”
Azul’s entire face flushed crimson. The sight of him blushing so prettily as a girl was dangerously adorable. “S-Stop saying such things…” he stammered, trying to look away, but you held his cheeks firmly.
You couldn’t help yourself. You started kissing him, soft little pecks all over his forehead, cheeks, nose, and finally his lips. Each kiss made him more flustered, his new feminine voice letting out tiny embarrassed sounds that were unfairly cute.
“You’re going to kill me…” he whispered, hiding his burning face against your shoulder. Azul made a mortified little noise but didn’t pull away.
Jade Leech
Jade seemed remarkably unbothered by the transformation. You found him in his room, standing in front of the mirror and admiring his new form. The potion had given him long, flowing hair and a tall, elegant model like figure. He still moved with that same graceful, slightly dangerous for your poor heart.
You were sitting on his bed, staring. Jade caught your gaze in the mirror reflection and turned around with a knowing smile. “Do you find this form attractive?” he asked, voice still smooth but noticeably higher.
You nodded, a faint blush creeping up your neck. “Of course I do. You’re my boyfriend… or girlfriend right now? It’s a little confusing, but yes. Very attractive.”
Jade grin widened as he walked closer. He tilted your chin up with two fingers, forcing you to look directly at him. Your blush deepened. “You’re enjoying this accident quite a bit more than expected.” he teased, voice low and playful.
Your brain went into full gay panic.
“You’re pretty, okay?! It’s not my fault!”
Jade chuckled softly and leaned in, pressing a light, teasing kiss to the corner of your lips before pulling back just as quickly.
“This little accident has taken a rather interesting turn I must say.” he murmured, eyes glittering with mischief. “I believe I’m going to enjoy seeing how you react to me like this.”
You were absolutely cooked.
Floyd Leech
Floyd was a chaotic mix of annoyed and intrigued by his new body. He kept poking at his own chest and complaining about the “extra weight” while also admiring his hips in the mirror.
You were trying to help him adjust his uniform when he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He looked down at you with that signature sharp grin, now on a strikingly pretty face.
“You like girls too, right~?” he asked, though it sounded more like a statement.
You nodded, heart racing. “Yes…?”
His smile stretched wide. “Then it’s your lucky day, Shrimpy.”
You sighed “Floyd, don’t mess around…”
He whined, and the sound coming from his new girly voice was weirdly hot. “Come on~ We gotta make the most of it while it lasts!”
Before you could protest further, he cupped the back of your neck, and kissed you hard. One hand stayed on your waist while the other tangled in your hair, pulling you flush against his new curves.
When he finally pulled back, he was ready to tease you more, until he noticed your bright red face and the nosebleed dripping down.
“Eh~? Shrimpy’s nose is bleeding!” He laughed loudly, delighted. “You’re so cute when you get overwhelmed. This is gonna be so much fun~”
He didn’t let you go, still grinning like a shark who’d found new prey.
i "forgot" to say i love you...with jamil and jade!
synopsis: will this prank work on your boyfriend? ...let's see about that...! (it sure is a cute effort!!)
tags: established relationship, fluff n def not as sad as the title suggests lol, pretend jamil has his own dorm room xd, jade really got the heart eyes for you here I Guess...
wc: 900 something for snek & 1,000 something for fih
hi to my first work on tumblr...revealing my baby TO THE WORLD!!! #yolo
“Hey, be a bit more gentle, will you?”
“Sorry. I got carried away…your hair is just so long and pretty, hehe.”
Doing Jamil’s hair care had become a weekly routine between the both of you. It just happened one day while you were bored, lounging on his bed. After seeing him come back from the washrooms, you asked him all about his hair routine – which has now led him to sit in between your legs while you apply his hair oil.
The night usually ends with you sleeping in his arms, but you decided to play a prank on your (seemingly) unsuspecting, sleepy boyfriend while his guard was down. After all, he was too perceptive in his usual state, so you don’t think you could pull it off then…
After sifting a comb through his hair to clear out any knots, you set it down and stroke his hair one last time before getting up. Thinking you were both about to head to sleep, Jamil looks up at you, confused. “Where are you going, baby? Washroom?”
You fight back the smile threatening to appear on your face and maintain a neutral look, eyes meeting Jamil’s inquisitive ones, “Hm, no. I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm tonight.” Jamil cocks one eyebrow, but sighs, “It’s late. I’ll walk you to your dorm." Huh, that was easier than you thought. Still, you’re mildly disappointed that he accepted your excuse so quickly…
Nonetheless, you move on to the second phase of your plan! “No, it’s alright, I’ll call you if I need anything.” You move to gather your things, and slowly move to the door, waiting for his response. Looking from where he’s lying on his bed, “If you wish. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
You set your hand on the doorknob, and bid him goodbye one last time, “Okay, I’m off Jamil!”
“Mm, take care. Quiet on your way out, you might wake Kalim.” He stands up from the floor to move to his bed, getting himself ready to sleep. However, you aren’t satisfied with his response, because you couldn’t even execute the last part of your prank! “Jamil, I’m going now.”
“Are you forgetting something?” Oh, is he falling for your bait? You turn around and meet his eyes once again, “No, I think I have everything I need.” Despite your words, Jamil switches his gaze to his table, where your phone is lying. “You have no more need for your phone then?” He smirks, amused by your forgetfulness. You, on the other hand, are utterly…flabbergasted. No way I actually forgot something?? So he didn’t fall for anything then???
You still make an effort to look composed, but Jamil notices how red the tips of your ears are getting, “Ah, that, I didn’t need it, but thanks for reminding me.” He chuckles at your indifference, “So, how were you planning to ‘call me if you needed anything?’ Did you plan to send me a message by pigeon?” Jamil smirks at you teasingly, his handsome features making your heart skip a beat…but no! You mustn't lose sight of your goal!
“Aha! I was just testing you, you know…” you walk over to grab your phone from his desk, “Okay, I’m going for real this time. See you tomorrow Jamil!” You send him a little wave bye, before facing the door yet again. “Be safe, see you.” This is the third time he’s telling you goodbye, and his usual “I love you” is missing. Pranks aside, you feel like you’re the one getting tricked because he genuinely just forgot to say it three times…or so you think.
Deciding to give up on teasing your boyfriend, you fold, saying, “‘Kay see you, I love you Jamil!”
“Yes, sleep well. Don’t run into trouble on your way out.”
“Mhm, love you~.“
This time, he doesn’t say anything, and only hums in response. Now you just feel like you played yourself. You’ve already said it, so why isn’t he saying it back!
“Jamil, why aren’t you saying it back?” You walk to stand in front of where he’s lying on his bed. Your boyfriend sits up, his face holding a neutral expression. However…you notice a mischievous glint in his eyes when he speaks, “Hm? Say what back, baby?”
Ugh, he knows!
“How did you find out?! I literally just thought of pranking you minutes ago, right before I faked my exit!!” Exasperated, you violently sit yourself at the edge of his bend, arms crossed. Jamil is tempted to push your buttons a bit more, but decides to end this. “Prefect, I knew the moment you stood up that you were up no good. Might I remind you that you have no choice but to sleep here, since Grim blew up Ramshackle the other day?” Thanks to your blue-flamed cat, Ramshackle had to be closed down for repairs for a few days, and Jamil offered his room for you to stay in for the time being…so…how’d you overlook that vital fact again?
“Blah, blah, just say you don’t love me anymore!” You huff, move your head away from him in an over-the-top manner, playing up the theatrics to cover up your embarrassment. When you peak an eye out to look at him, he’s already sitting next to you. “Don’t act angry with me now, you started this. Now that you’ve had your fun, let’s go to bed, hmm?”
You look away, continuing to ignore him, but the hand on your chin forces you to meet his gaze again. He sighs, clearly tired from the day's events, but still chooses to indulge you, “Won’t you come to bed now, baby? I love you~” he teases, crooning into your ear.
Hm. You can always try pranking him next time if it ends like this.
You: Jade, are u there?
I wanna make truffle pasta, do u have extra?
Jade: Hello, Prefect.
It appears I do have some at hand.
If you’re free, I can drop by your dorm and give it to you tonight.
You: YAY
You’re a lifesaver Jade!!
Jade: Fufu, it is no problem, my dear.
I’ll see you later, I love you ~
Seeing his last reply, an idea pops into your head. It’s rare for him to tell you he loves you in words, but the opportunity to prank him has already presented itself…is it so wrong to plot against the master schemer?
You close your phone and begin prepping the ingredients to cook the dish. Unbeknownst to you, your phone buzzes.
Jade: Prefect?
It’s unusual for you to leave him hanging, seeing as you usually return his affections without another thought. It‘s no matter, Jade thinks, if you’ve forgotten, he’ll just have to get a response from you in person.
He smiles to himself, thinking of the adorable expression you make whenever you tell him you love him. He finds that he looks forward to hearing it from you again.
At the appointed time, Jade prepares the mushrooms and makes his way to Ramshackle dorm, unaware of the little scheme you’ve made against him…
Your plan was simple, pretend to forget to tell Jade “I love you,” and act clueless towards his affections. It shouldn’t be too difficult if you set your mind to it, you’ll just have to somehow muster the resolve to defend yourself from his attacks…(read: one pout from your eel and you fold).
Hearing him knock on your door, you welcome him in as usual, “Jade! Thank you again for the mushrooms–I can try a new recipe now, hehe.” Seeing as he makes no move to come in or be on his way, you tell him, “Well, I’m sure you’re busy, so I’ll see you later.” You stand on your tiptoes to plant a kiss to his cheek, leaving him stunned.
Eyes wide open, Jade composes himself and sets a hand to his chin. “My, Prefect, you’re acting rather bold this evening. However, there is one thing you’re forgetting,” he muses, taking a step towards Ramshackle’s lounge. “It seems you’ve left our last exchange…unfinished.”
Smiling to yourself, you look at him with innocent eyes, “Hm? Is there something I missed? I’m sorry, I got caught up with cooking the pasta…”
“It is quite alright, it only presents me an opportunity to hear it from you now, fufu.” Jade hides behind his hand as he chuckles, looking at you expectantly. You didn’t expect him to be so direct, but that’s Azul’s right hand for you, you guess. “Hear what exactly? Do you want me to sing you something? Lalalalala–” you begin, but your boyfriend quickly presses a finger to your mouth.
“Oh, how you wound me, my dear. It seems that you haven’t picked up your phone, I presume?” He takes a step closer toward you, “I love you, dear Prefect~.”
“Aw Jade, that’s so sweet of you!” you smile, moving away and entering the kitchen, “I’m not sure what you want, but would you like to cook with me tonight?” you offer, placing the mushrooms on the counter.
Somehow, Jade winds up at your side, acting as your sous chef for the evening. Using his skills from managing Mostro Lounge, you find that the truffle pasta is done without a hitch. Setting the food on the table, the both of you sit down to enjoy your masterpiece. However, by the way he’s looking at you, it seems like this eel still wants something…
“Prefect, wouldn’t you say that we’ve done quite a wonderful job this time? I myself am looking forward to tasting the fruits of our efforts. Don’t you think so?”
“I know, this looks so good!” you twirl your pasta around your fork and feed it to Jade, “Here, try some!” Used to your antics, your eel opens his mouth to try the dish.
“Mm, I might have to tell Azul to add this to Mostro Lounge’s menu, fufu. As always, I do love your cooking, Prefect.”
“Hehe, I’m just glad you like it!”
“I must say, I also love the way you look tonight. I find you in your loungewear utterly adorable.” You don’t know how he’s saying this was a straight face, but it makes your heart race a little…
“And Prefect,” he adds, “I do have an appreciation for your skill. It seems I find myself falling in love with you more after this evening.”
You respond with a very elegant,
“AHAK–” choking on your pasta, you look up to see Jade smiling down at you, leaning on his palm. Why is he being so honest this evening, did Azul make him drink a truth potion?!
He gently pats down on your back, handing you a glass of water, “My dear, are you quite alright? I apologize if I have burdened you with my confessions…I just simply love you, is all.” He makes an apparent effort to look pitiful, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes downcast, but you know better than to believe his act.
Gulping down the glass of water he offered you, you breathe out, “Jade? Is there something you want to tell me?” you meet him in the eyes, and he smiles at you politely, “Why are you being so sappy all of a sudden?”
His eyes crinkle up in amusement, “Oh, it’s nothing, my dear. It just seems that you’ve been forgetting something this whole time…”
The jig is up, you think. Admitting defeat (or victory, seeing as how far you pushed him?), you sigh out, “Okay, okay. I love you too, Jade.” Hearing your words, his face visibly lights up, his smile widening by 0.676767 millimeters.
“Well I’m glad to hear that you still return my affections, Prefect,” he takes an obvious glance at the lounge’s grandfather clock and sees that it’s already half past ten, “It seems that I may have overstayed my welcome, I believe I should be on my way.” Standing from his seat, he smoothens out his uniform and gives you a little bow, “I shall see you tomorrow, my dear.”
So, this whole time…Jade was stalling long enough to hear you say “I love you” back? And successfully baited you into it as well?!
No fair…well, at least you know how desperate he is to hear those words from you, despite how collected he seems on the outside.
Before he takes a step out of the lounge, you wrap your arms around his middle, “Jade, you always tell me this, but between the two of us, you’re the one who’s cuter here~”
“I have no idea what you’re referring to, my dear,” Jade turns to you and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Goodnight, I look forward to seeing you in the morning,” he smiles. He opens your door and makes his way back to Octavinelle.
As soon as he steps out of your gate, however, his phone lights up. He looks at it to see a message from you:
I was just kidding the whole time, I love you too Jade!
also it's like one of the first things i've ever written kinda just wrote this and threw it to the wind #hope it makes sense (i made one for riddle too but lowk wasn't Feeling it but if u would like to see Lmk ty gang... muwhahha
synopsis: jade leech is utterly in love with you. the thing is, when you confessed, he got so carried away in his happiness that he forgot to tell you he likes you back.
tags: established relationship, kinda crack ...?, jade is a goofball, not very sad it very happi happi story
wc: 1.6k
“Jade, have you ever thought of breaking up?”
“Oho? and what has brought you to that idea, my dear? I believe I have not done anything unsatisfactory as of late. ”
“Actually, you have been treating me well lately. The thing is, I just have some doubts about your feelings for me…”
Ever since you’ve confessed to the eel, he’s been nothing but perfect towards you. Walking you to class; taking initiative and inviting you on hikes to the mountains, even carrying you all the way down when your feet hurt; gifting you a terrarium with two plants sitting side by side, saying that it’s supposed to be the two of you…the list could go on? So what could make you doubt his love for him?
That’s precisely it. When Jade accepted your confession, you were ecstatic to say the least. Because you were so over the moon, you failed to confirm whether or not they were actually returned.
You knew for a fact that you loved the eel, and that behind his scheming pursuits and chilling smiles, he does hold some affection for you. But you weren’t sure if he liked you the same way you did. When your fingers brushed over his, did he feel the same rush you did? Whenever you spot him in a sea of students after class, does his heart run to the moon and back, the same as you still do despite all the time you’ve spent together?
Amidst your racing thoughts, Jade calculates his own response.
But first, a realization.
“It seems that I have missed something…” His voice comes out as a soft mumble, as if he were talking to himself.
“Sorry?”
He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed, concern painting the eel’s face. This kind of expression was common, but it was usually accompanied by a scheme of some sort. The only scheme here would be playing your heart, however. But you see the slight downward twitch of his lips, and for a moment, you believe that his worry is genuine. Then, his mouth moves to turn into a little pout. Adorable, you think.
“I cannot believe that I have overlooked such a vital part of our relationship.” Jade makes a move to hold you closer, his long limbs slithering along the dip of your waist. Your heart does a flip, maybe 10000 flips in a second. Lethal power: 67%.
“Prefect…” His fingers drag along your hair, tucking it behind your ear. The closer proximity gives you a chance to study his annoyingly handsome features. His mismatched eyes meet your own, and his lips contort into the smile you’ve grown fond of. You feel your knees weaken, and mentally thank Jade for holding you–otherwise you might’ve fallen. Fallen for him, though, you already have. Lethal power: 82%.
Suddenly, he draws back. Your eel retracts his arms from your shoulder and waist, takes a step to create some space before you, and holds his hands together in the usual, polite manner he does.
“Will you let me have the honor of marrying you?”
…
…?
…????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lethal power: MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE
You find yourself unable to move in shock. Was there something you missed? What part of your conversation could have ever led him to Him??? Marrying??? You???
Before he could reach for the box in his pocket and get down on his knees (why does he just have that prepared?); your arms frantically reach the sides of his shoulder and bring him up to your eye level, looking at him as if he had gone insane. Well, you’re not that far off…
“Wait, Jade! I’m sorry, I don’t understand! I thought you didn’t like me back, why are you–”
“You thought that I didn’t return your affections? My dear, are you dense?”
Dense. You don’t know if that was a more fitting description for yourself or the eel standing before you, “On the contrary, I believe my feelings are affirmed to you each and every day we spend together.” For the second time, you’re taken aback. Unlike the first, your mouth is left gaping so much that a fly could take space and start paying rent. However, Jade graciously brings his hand to your chin to close it, and looks into your eyes once more.
“I believe I haven’t missed a day. I was under the impression that our relationship was going smoothly, and that you were unsatisfied that I haven’t proposed to you yet. Was that not your point, my dear?”
No, far from it! You wanted to shout, but to your favor, you let him continue, “I remember the day you first confessed your feelings for me. I assumed that you were accepting my attempts to court you. I always made sure to intertwine your arm with mine, after all.”
That day, after his polite response, he reached out to offer his arm for you to hold, and walked you back to Ramshackle. It was no surprise to you, however, because it was common for him to do so. You safely assumed that he was trying to play the part of a gentlemanly, polite eel. But apparently, that meant something entirely different to Jade. He was courting you all this time? And you never noticed??
“Jade, are you serious?” You give him an incredulous look, your brain trying to catch up with this new information. The eel smiles at your current expression, now clearly finding amusement at the situation.
“Yes, quite serious, my dear. But to calm your worries, I assure you that I sincerely return your affections. I find that our time together has made my days much more pleasant, and that your presence is one that I can never bring myself to tire of. Though you can be a handful at times, it seems that it only causes me to fall more in love with you, fufu.” The lilt in his tone soothes your thoughts, and you begin to fully look at the eel standing before you. Standing up with perfect posture, his hands are brought together across his stomach, and he still has his signature smile spread across his face. If you squinted a bit, you’d find that his cheeks are even tinted a very faint shade of pink, and that his breathing is a bit uneven. For Jade, such a small reaction is a big sign that he’s worked up. You find that hard to believe, but just hearing you doubt his love for you is enough to throw him off track.
Despite that, his eyes seem filled with amusement crinkling their corners, clearly focusing all his attention on you. At the realization, you feel your face heat up, and your heart runs a mile once more. But you’re happy. Relieved, even. Though your hypothesis was completely off, it’d be the only thing you’d never want to be true. The fact is: your eel is undeniably and utterly in love with you.
There is one question left unanswered, however.
“Prefect, I’m glad that I was able to erase your doubts, but I believe you have yet to respond to my previous inquiry.”
“Huh? What did I miss…I love you too?”
He smiles at your reply, and gently runs his gloved fingers through your hair once more, “I appreciate your words, but I was referring to my marriage proposal.”
“Wait, you’re really asking me that? Right now?” You were only in your second and third years, after all. You didn’t think your relationship would last either, and that you’d be left to deal with your “unrequited” feelings forever…
The amused look in Jade’s eyes turned into something that resembled mischief instead, “Hm? I take it that you are rejecting my request? Or is it that…there is a third party?” This time, he puts on his worried face–cute pout intact–hand holding his chin, clearly putting on an act to look pitiful. “I was hoping to wait for the perfect time to ask for your hand, but I thought that waiting had become a hindrance in our relationship, in regard to your previous worries. Though, I am curious as to what your answer will be, my dear~.”
You let out a dry sniffle, but then your eyes warm up, and suddenly tears are streaming down your face. You find that your overwhelming happiness is difficult to hold back, and you see Jade genuinely startled once more. He immediately moves to retrieve the handkerchief from his breast pocket, “Oh dear, Prefect, I apolog–”
“Yes! Jade, please marry me!”
extra:
After your confession, Jade walks back to Octavinelle in high spirits. Even Floyd is weirded out by how happy his brother seems, but immediately assumes that Shrimpy had done something nice to him that day. More than nice, actually.
He gathers his materials and the plants he’s foraged to create a terrarium dedicated to you. One out of many, in fact, but this one is special because it marks your first day as a couple. He sets two budding plants together, hoping to see them bloom with you.
Then comes your new routine–preparing you lunches with mushrooms he’s foraged and recipes he threatened asked for from Ruggie, taking initiative and inviting you on hiking dates or go stargazing with him, and clearly giving you special treatment by handing out discounts whenever you visit him at Mostro Lounge Azul is on his last straw.
The only thing running through his head while doing these things is of course, three simple words: I love you.
Seeing you waiting by the counter at Mostro Lounge? I love you. When he gifted your couple-terrarium and saw how overjoyed you were, he thought, So this is love. Even though hiking wasn’t your strongest suit, you insisted on going with him because you wanted to be part of his hobbies, too. I love the Prefect.
However, it seems he got a bit carried away, because he never actually uttered these words to you–they remained as constant thoughts in his mind, leading him to believe he always relayed these feelings to you. Hm, and he has the nerve to wonder why you ask him one day, “Jade, will you ever break up with me?”
hi I #back am at it! i didn't really proofread this and maybe i will edit later on but i want to get it out and stop being a perfectionist LOL so HI HI EVERYONE this is my submission to the jade leech fic community this is all i got for now gang
[𝝑𝑒] :: calling true form!sukuna by a nickname for the first time :: tags. fluff, sfw.
“ryo,” it rolls off your tongue naturally. as if you’ve called him that thousands of times before. you don’t realise it until he suddenly stops in his tracks.
sukuna narrows his eyes. you turn your head and look up, oblivious to your slip-up. the sorcerer doesn’t utter a word and instead glares down at your short frame. he looks irritated, or more annoyed.
“oh,” you realise why only a few seconds after.
you bow your head at him and try to explain yourself in a hurry. normally, you’d address him with respect like everyone else does. ‘my lord’, ‘lord sukuna’, or even ‘master’.
you nearly fall to your knees. you don’t know how or what sukuna’s going to do now that you’ve dropped the honorifics on accident and called him by a nickname.
you hold your hands together, “my deepest apologi—“
“again,” sukuna demands in a rough voice.
you freeze for a second before tilting your head back. you catch a glimpse of his expression; he’s amused, intrigued and perhaps still a bit annoyed. he repeats, “call me that again.”
sukuna isn’t annoyed by the fact that you’ve called him by a nickname for the first time. he’s annoyed, because your sweet voice makes him feel stuff he’s sworn to never feel for a regular human.
that warm feeling in his chest. . . he hates it. yet he yearns for it. from you.
you hesitate for a second, unsure if the firm tone in sukuna’s voice was a bad sign or not. you decide to just comply and hope for the best, “. . . ryo.”
sukuna grits his teeth. you think he’s mad, but in reality, he’s trying to eliminate the feelings of love from within him. your voice calling him so affectionately—so intimately; it makes him feel that warmth in his chest.
no one’s dared to call him anything like that before. everyone’s formal with him. it’s a must. sukuna’s used to everyone acknowledging his superiority in the conversations he holds. it’s a given.
no one refers to him so casually. no one dares to.
you’re the first one to break that pattern. the first one to make sukuna’s cold heart tremble. if it were anyone else, they’d be his dinner by now. but it’s you so it’s. . . fine, he assumes. an exception.
silence falls in the hallway. luckily, not another soul is around to witness the king of curses struggling to contain his own ‘foolish’ emotions.
sukuna clicks his tongue and sighs before continuing to walk ahead of you.
you scurry after him—keeping your head low. you don’t wish to upset him any further. you feel like you overstepped a boundary just now.
the silence continues for a couple seconds, both of you deep in thought.
sukuna’s the one to end the quiet atmosphere. his voice is as deep and cold as ever, though there’s no denying the subtle softness that creeps in whenever he talks with you.
he takes a deep breath and sighs. he keeps walking and doesn’t spare you a glance, however his words say enough;
“from now on, that’s the only way you’ll address me until i say otherwise, understood?”
18+ mdni boyfriend!nerdjo headcannons . ݁₊ ⊹ .
more of him? giving him a haircut...gone wrong? or who knew he was such a freak...
boyfriend!nerdjo who’s not ashamed of letting anyone in a 5-mile radius know just how tight you have him wrapped around your finger. he’ll walk around wearing the dumbest, corniest matching couple shirts like it’s casual attire. strolling the mall hand in hand bearing a “i ❤︎ to finger paint” shirt while you wear the matching “i’m paint” pair. or his recent favorite, “i ❤︎ making ice cream” and “i’m ice” duo.
“what? they’re cool, plus it’s not like it’s really a secret…”
boyfriend!nerdjo who buys a shit-ton of things any time you tell him a new hobby you acquired. baking? he’s got already got a mixer, pans, mitts, piping bags, cute little knickknacks, and anything else you may need. crocheting? already bought all types yarn in the colors he knows you like, and sent tutorials. not to mention constantly praising each milestone and creation. he’s your number one fan…even if you get bored and find new hobby a week later.
boyfriend!nerdjo who would let you do quite literally anything to him if asked. like the time he left the nail salon with you in matching hot pink toes and didn’t complain once. or when he let you spontaneously cut his hair for the first time because you ‘felt like it’, which he trusted no one to do.
“uh, babe…are you sure you're doing it right?”
boyfriend!nerdjo who could yap for hours about his pokémon binder collection to you, explaining each card type, rarity, and how he’s spent twice his tuition on it. (he usually leaves out that last bit…).
boyfriend!nerdjo who brags about being way better than you in half the video games you play together–which he is. he’ll talk shit, gloat, and tick all the competitive boyfriend measures. yet you’ll always end up winning. to which he’ll lies and say he was ‘going easy on you’ or ‘wasn't using half his skills to spare you.’
boyfriend!nerdjo who loves cockwarming in bed while you play life simulator games together. he’ll watch you sit for hours and make you both in tomodachi life and sims in extreme detail. then do the most heinous things with your mii’s and sims.
"hey, babe…what’s that weird purple heart option mean?"
boyfriend!nerdjo who media-trained himself to be your personal photographer. getting the best angles and off-guard pictures for your social media accounts. that always brings in both admirable and envious commenters.
jaynokubzscouts: who the fuck is your cameraman??? this isn't fair.
chrollosleftnut: *SIGH* must be nice to be someone’s muse...
evilasslightskin316: dawg, this has to be ai, how are you this perfect?
franknocean: bro’s cameraman must get beaten if her pics aren’t pinterest worthy. lmfao.
clitorology: is that satoru’s shadow in the back??? he’s lucky i’m not behind allat…
boyfriend!nerdjo who shares a minecraft world with you, letting you build the village and care for the animals, while he always mysteriously does some ‘off cam’ mining. (he somehow got full diamond amor on the first night).
boyfriend!nerdjo who’s roommate swears up and down that he sees you more often than he does satoru since you’ve gotten your own spare key.
boyfriend!nerdjo who loves wearing matching spiderman shirts, socks, and mugs with you. not to mention you’ve watched the entire marvel universe 10 times together already.
boyfriend!nerdjo who always remembers the smallest details about you that you would never notice yourself, and will say the dumbest shit just to see you laugh.
boyfriend!nerdjo who makes sure your birthdays are always the day where you're the happiest in the room—never letting you even think about dropping a tear.
boyfriend!nerdjo who refuses to let himself come first during sex. always making sure your satisified before even considering his own relief.
“you’re coming first—“ he panted, punctuated by another sloppy thrust of his thick length and adjustment of his fogged lens, “don’t even try to argue with me, pretty girl.” when he felt your walls begin clamping around him satoru groaned, “God, that’s it…atta girl...”
The paper of your meticulously highlighted notebook crinkles under your hand as you turn the page, pen caught between your teeth in thought. You keep getting distracted- you’re desperately trying to start on your essay, laptop balanced at your side on the bed, but your boyfriend keeps dragging you out of thought.
Not intentionally! Satoru does love clinging to you at times, drawing the outlines of symbols on your palms while he mumbles under his breath and ignores the blush creeping up his cheeks at the proximity, but if you’re seriously studying? He plants himself farrrrr away and lets you work.
Which he’s doing now, long limbs tangled up at the foot end of the bed- he let you have the pillows- and tapping away on his keyboard. You’re only supposed to be taking a quick glance, but you just can’t resist staring.
He’s so pretty, you’re almost jealous; soft white hair cramped under his headphones, bright eyes narrowed behind his slightly wonky glasses. But there’s something off about his expression of concentrated serenity.
His lips are jutted out and just a little downturned, soft pink and the slight hint of shimmer from your lipgloss (from your pre-study kiss- he likes to keep up with tradition) more obvious than usual.
“Toru-“ you say, giggling, “are you... pouting?”
He whips his head up at the sound of your voice, slowly folding his headphones to sit on the bed next to him. “No?”
“You are.” You insist, smiling as you crawl over to him, “you so are!”
“I’m not?” He protests confusedly, “I completely understand this module, I can explain it to you easily- oh.” He says sheepishly, cheeks blushing, “umm... it’s my braces.”
You blink. “Your... braces? Do they hurt?”
“Yeah.” He says a little miserably, “got them tightened this morning. It hurts if I put too much pressure on them, so I have to hold my lips out.” Actually, now you’re up close, you can see- the metal shines through when he speaks, the plastic bands on the brackets a little brighter and a lot less faded.
New.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting them tightened?” You ask, holding his face in your hands absentmindedly as he replies. “I knew if I told you, you’d keep getting distracted from your work…” Satoru admits, “sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted you to focus.”
Your heart melts. God, he’s so cute- sitting there and suffering silently, wincing as the metal catches on his lips. You squish his cheeks a little, and the pout returns tenfold, big eyes gazing up at you, and you suddenly feel rather... agitated?
You almost start giggling hysterically, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Then his nose, then his eyelids, then his squished-up cheeks. Satoru looks perplexed.
“What… what are you doing?”
“You’re so cute!” You complain, slightly accusatorially, “it’s unfair.” He blushes at that, but doesn’t protest when you keep applying messy kisses across his face- well, everywhere except his mouth.
You’re almost violent in your affection, fighting down the squeals threatening to spill from your excited mouth as he sits there and lets you have your fun. You’d only just reapplied your lipgloss when you noticed the pout, so now Satoru’s face is quickly becoming a canvas.
Varying amounts of gloss spill over his skin, depending on how hard you pressed your lips down- the light shades of pink, simple and glittery, decorating his face in kiss marks, is enough to make you beam.
Held between your hands, your boyfriend’s rosy cheeks look rather similar to the strawberry mochi he devours in between lectures. Minus the powdered sugar, obviously.
“I could just eat you up.” You joke, thinking about the mochi and grinning at the dimple that appears when he shyly smiles back. “You’re soooo adorable-“
You’re so focused on cooing over his face that you don’t register the two hands sliding to cup your own face, a mirror of yours on his, and to softly pull you down into a gentle kiss. You lean into it happily, until he winces and pulls away.
“Sorry-“ he apologises profusely, “I want to kiss you, I really do, but… braces.”
You laugh and swing your feet to plant on the carpet below, standing. “Where are you going?” He asks, suddenly rather worried he’s accidentally annoyed you by pulling away and you’re about to find something to throw at him.
“The kitchen.” You say casually, “ice for your mouth. Then you can try and kiss me.”
Well, Satoru Gojo has never backed down from a challenge.
Large hybrid snowleopard!reader x gojo? I always see those on here but it's almost never reversed 😔
possessive snow leopard reader x Gojo
masterlist
a/n: I hope this is good I haven't read anything about snow leopard gojo/ reader yet 👩🏾🦯
"You're a good little kitty," Satoru would say, and everyone hearing him would frown in disbelief. To him, you were as sweet as a cube of sugar. Adorable. An absolute cutie. And he'd say it all with a smile on his face, beaming at you, petting you. But he had no idea what kind of beast you could become when someone dared to take his attention away from you.
Also, whenever Gojo called you "little," his friends would choke on their own saliva. You were anything but a helpless little kitten, more like big, dangerous, and deranged. You were a predator, after all, but Satoru seemed to forget quite often.
One afternoon, when he came home, you were so excited, thinking you would get to spend some time with him, your face fell when someone stepped in through the door behind him. You were just about to jump on Gojo and lick him all over. But no, you were rudely interrupted by his long-haired friend, whom you didn't care to remember the name of.
The second the door closed behind his friend, you growled at him, low, steady, rumbling in your throat. His eyes widened in fear, and Gojo chalked it up to the fact that you might not like his scent. Yeah, you didn't like anything about him, really. Gojo put down his bag, opening his arms wide, nodding you over. And immediately you rushed over, wrapping yourself in his arms. And aww, you were rubbing yourself against him (trying to get your scent all over him, marking your territory, marking what's yours), and he giggled, pulling you even closer.
His friend stood there awkwardly, rolling his eyes when you glared at him. “Missed you,” you muttered into the crook of his shoulder as he rubbed your back soothingly.
You had no idea why you acted the way you did whenever one of his friends came over. Luckily, he never noticed how crazy over him you were. His black-haired friend would tell him he needed to get you checked. There was definitely something going on with you. His brunette friend would tell him to be careful. You were a dangerous hybrid after all.
Whenever they said things like that, it broke your heart a little. You, needing to get checked? But there was nothing wrong with you. It wasn't your fault they were paying into your territory, touching your prey, your Satoru. They had no right to come into eternity, both of you.
That's what you thought to yourself while both of them were sitting on his living room couch, trying to watch a game together. But when his friend rested his hand on Gojo's shoulder briefly, you rushed into his lap, nuzzling into his stomach. But oh, you're way too big to sit in his lap.
Does he mind, though? No. Never. He could never mind. You purred against him, ears twitching, softly, fluffy tail curling around him. Huffing tiredly as he ran his hand down your back. ‘’Someone seems quite tired.” He whispered, laughing teasingly.
Geto rolled his head once again. He couldn't believe his friend was falling for your act. Before he could let out an annoyed sigh, one of your eyes opened sneakily without Gojo seeing, and you stuck out your tongue at him.
You were an absolute menace. If you couldn't make Gojo hang out with you only, you'd make the people he was hanging out with feel miserable.
You spend the day before your birthday focused on being productive, fully expecting to spend it all alone again. Exhausted from maintaining focus for so long, you fall asleep by accident, earlier than usual.
You wake, half asleep and confused, to the sensation of the mattress shifting beneath you. It smells faintly of apples? And you don't remember turning the lights off. You let out a soft noise of confusion, and you hear a vaguely familiar voice gently shush you in return, leading you to turn to face the sound. You don't feel as scared as you probably should.
You look up with bleary eyes, finding your relatively new friend Caleb climbing into bed beside you. You do have a crush on him, yes, but you've only known him for a couple of months. Why is he here...?
"Caleb? What...?" You try to sit up, but a gentle flex of his Evol keeps you in place as he settles in, his purple eyes gazing into your own with a stare so intense it felt like he could see straight through to your skeleton.
"Shh, hey, no need for that. I didn't mean to wake you." He shifts a bit closer. You can feel his breath on your face as it leaves behind a faint scent of mint. He cups your face in his palm, moving slowly to give you a chance to pull away if you're frightened. You don't. His hand is warm and soft against your cheek, and you find yourself leaning into it.
"I was plannin' on surprisin' you, since you're usually up pretty late. I figured I could be the first one to wish you a happy birthday." His voice is steady and calm as he explains, almost making it seem as if what he's doing is completely normal. You've never told him your birthday. "But you're all tuckered out, huh? Y'know, I brought your favorite snacks and everything." You've never told him your favorite snacks. "I guess I still am the first one to wish you happy birthday, though, huh? It's past midnight."
Alarm bells should be going off in your head, and yet you don't pull away from his touch. He's always incredibly friendly and kind to you. What reason could you have to distrust his intentions? You find yourself nodding dumbly along with his words, earning you a chuckle from his soft lips.
"But why...?"
"You deserve to have a happy birthday, honey. Were you really gonna have one if you were all alone?" His eyes look kinder, gentler than before.
You hesitate for a few moments, but unable to come up with a rebuttal, you just shake your head no. Caleb hums, snaking his hand from your cheek around to gently caress the back of your neck. He's never touched you like this before, and it feels nice.
"Do you really want me to leave?" He whispers, leaning a bit closer. You shake your head immediately this time. He smiles a bit wider than before as he begins to lightly scratch at your scalp, testing the waters.
"Then c'mere, yeah? Let me hold you." You melt into him as he carefully pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you and guiding you to tuck your face into the crook of his neck. His body is pleasantly warm against your own, and you can hear his unhurried, calm heartbeat thumping in his chest.
He starts to rub your back in slow, steady circles, dissolving away whatever tension was left in your body as you go boneless in his grasp. You feel more content now than you have in a long, long time, maybe even years.
"If this is a dream, I don't wanna wake up," you mumble, your voice losing its coherency as you begin to drift off. But Caleb understands you nonetheless.
"You're not dreamin'. And to prove it to you, I'll still be right here when you wake up, alright?" You nod sleepily, not quite fully comprehending what he means, but still knowing he's speaking sincerely.
"G'night, 'leb," you yawn before your eyes fully droop closed, sleep following soon after.
"Good night, honey. Happy birthday. I promise you'll never spend it alone ever again."
—ꨄ︎ “Courting ritual? What are you talking about?”
Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Floyd, Azul
Notes: courting ritual misunderstanding brainrotttt drabbles LESGOO i live for the idea of the non-human students doing what they think is obvious flirting but you blatantly misunderstanding them lmao
Leona:
—Lions show courtship by following around their intended mate, biting, and pawing. Male lions will roar to make clear their intent. Lion courtship is fairly extended
He roared, pawing at your neck. You’ve noticed this pattern in behavior for a while now. He’s been following you around, asking if you’ll be talking to anyone else any time soon.
“Good,” he’d replied when you gave him a resounding ‘no’. “I’ll have you all to myself then.
What did he want? With no verbal answers from him you’d only been left with baseless speculation.
He bit your arm. He- he bit your arm.
And he seemed proud.
“Huh?”
Rather than apologize, or declare his intentions, or whatever, Leona stuck out his own arm, staring at your with darkened, narrowed eyes.
“I think it’s time we finally stopped playin’ around,” he said, leaning his face towards your own. “Seal the deal. Say what we’re both thinking.”
You blinked at him, owlish and trying quite desperately to figure out his intentions.
“…What are we both thinking, Leona-san?”
And suddenly, the coy sort of demeanor vanished, replaced by a mixture of surprise and irritation.
After a while, he spoke up.
“You seriously didn’t know this entire time?” He grumbled. What was he talking about.
“That’s why I’m asking,” you replied. “Please explain.”
But instead of explaining, he just huffed, pouting ever so slightly as he tossed your phone onto the bed.
“Tch. Figure it out yourself,” he said.
You just stood there, absolutely dumbfounded.
What the fuck.
Ruggie:
—Male hyenas are known to repeatedly step towards and step away from their intended mate. They then present their side to be smelled. They may also cross their legs.
“I can’t believe I of all people have to tell you to take a break!” He said, pouting. But he didn’t seem too bothered, content to lounge around in your room.
Ruggie stepped towards you, arm extended.
And then he stepped forward again.
And then, again, he stepped back.
And forward again.
“What are you doing?”
“Forward, Kantokusei-Kun,” he huffed, grabbing your arm.
And then he stepped back onto the bed, crossing his legs as he sat.
“Don’t leave me hangin’ now! Join me,” he said, voice slightly breathy.
…Was this his way of getting you to rest! How considerate! Ruggie really was nicer than he let on.
You sat, and then he-
Stuck out his arm.
“Well?” He said, looking at you expectantly. “Are you gonna do it, or—?”
…
“What are you talking about?”
”What.” All of a sudden, Ruggie was beet red, half angry, half embarrassed. “You never told me you weren’t interested- don’t-“
And then he stood up, plastering a smile on his face.
“Sorry, but I got a bunch of errands to run and- ohlookit’sLeona-sanbye!”
“Wait-“
He bolted out of your room, leaving you far more confused than before.
Floyd:
—Morays often open their mouths wide to signal intent to court. They also partake in a sort of mating dance, wrapping their bodies around one another.
Floyd yawned. Again. He must’ve been getting awfully bored now, huh?
“Sorry, Floyd,” you said. “I know you don’t like hearing me talk, but-“
He yawned again, mouth opened wide to reveal both his sets of jaws.
“What gave you that idea, Koebi-Chan?” He said, giggling. “I love hearin’ you talk! Your ideas are way more interesting than anything all those stupid guppies have to offer.”
But once again, he yawned. Actions spoke louder than words, you concluded.
Seeing you look at him with uncertainty, he grinned.
“I really am serious about this, y’know,” he said. “You’ll stay interestin’ for a long time.”
And suddenly-
“Dance with me, Koebi-Chan.”
He circled around you, grabbing your arms and gracefully moving around you as if he were trying to wrap himself around your body. When you failed to react, he paused, staring at you.
“Well?” He asked.
You just sighed. He must’ve been trying really hard to stop you from rambling.
“If you’re bored, you can just say so.”
Immediately, Floyd recoiled, like he’d been doused in a bucket of water. Or maybe oil. He’d probably like being covered in water since he was a moray, after all.
“What kinda go-good small fry do you take me for?” He huffed, looking downright offended. “This is laaame. I’m leaving.”
And without an explanation, he stormed out, leaving you staring blankly from within the confines of your room, absolutely dumbfounded.
Azul:
—Octopodes often cause appearance and body language to display intent to court, changing color, showing vibrant patterns, and standing tall with their suckers extended. Males will often latch on from behind.
“You have my attention now. You’d best not waste it,” Azul murmured lowly, showing you-
His arm. It was purple. Why was it purple.
“Is- Is something wrong?” You asked. Azul stood tall, leaning in towards you. You were worried for his health by now. His arms kept changing color, and you were wondering if he was being repeatedly beat up or something.
“You know exactly what’s wrong,” he said. “I intended to wait for you to approach, but you’ve been wearing my patience terribly thin.”
What. Was he talking about. Did he want you to offer to take him to the doctor, or—?
“You’ve done your research, I’m certain,” he said. His arm turned another shade, this time a bright blue.
Suddenly, his arm wrapped around your back.
“Tell me how you feel, Kantokusei-San.”
You just stared.
“Do you want me to take you to the doctor’s office, oooor—“
“No need.” For a brief second, Azul looked disappointed, before he covered it up with a smile. “I apologize for acting so foolishly. Goodness, I don’t know what’s gotten into me!”
“What were you-“
“I’ll be going now. Please, think nothing of my sudden behavior! I’ve just been feeling a little under the weather, you see. What I did says nothing about my feelings, I assure you.”
distracting Satoru ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
18+, minors dni
cw: healer!reader, nipple play, medical malpractice(?), injury recovery, mutual attraction, mild kink references, Satoru is touchstarved
note: based on this
“These are new.”
“Mhm.”
“They look expensive.”
“Mhm.”
“Did you buy them for me to look at?”
The air in the infirmary is cold, crisp. Only the AC’s humming fills it with its low, buzzing sound. It’s like a relaxing white noise that is now interrupted with Satoru’s relentless questions. His voice is pleasant, you have to give it to him, but he manages to derail every step of wound care like he’s on a mission. Despite the nasty slashes stretching across his pecs, he is his ever cheerful self. It could be the remaining adrenaline in his bloodstream, or maybe he really isn’t that bothered, either way, his personality makes your job harder.
Luckily, no blood seeps out of the open tissue anymore and you can start disinfecting.
One of your sides—the exposed one—shivers at the cold. Your shirt is bunched up around your left shoulder, giving Satoru access to your chest. He tugs the strap of your bra towards himself once, twice.
It’s a lacy one today, in a pale, lilac colour.
“Sure,” you reply, not letting yourself get distracted. Not yet, at least.
“Awh, how thoughtful,” Satoru coos. Well, he can find amusement in this investment of yours all he wants, but fact is, it’s working. His hands busy themselves with the delicate fabric, his attention only on the pretty spirals, the neatly organized thread running through the textile. A much more effective method than the simple smack of your hand against his when he starts messing with sterile equipment.
This is a dance you already know all too well. He gets hurt. You patch him up. He sabotages that, so you let him play. Just a little.
And yes, you bought that lacy bra for his entertainment.
Satoru only rubs his thumb against the fabric for a while, finding the texture of the lace oddly stimulating. The sight is a bonus too. The top of your breast threatens to spill out as the cup is moved here and there, the gentle lavender colour is a nice contrast against your skin too. The perfect stim toy for someone like Satoru.
“So pretty…”
His finger hooks into the cup and you feel another wave of cold air hit your skin, this time directly on your breast. It spreads slowly, agonizingly slowly, making it difficult to find the needle of the right size to use for the stitches.
Only two will be needed.
“It’s okay. It’s just me,” he mumbles like he’s coaxing a small animal out of its cage. The cup rolls into itself under your breast, the soft flesh falling out completely. Satoru’s lips part. He loves how your nipples react to the cold, pebbling, hardening into more defined peaks. “There…”
You continue working as if nothing was wrong. This is a normal occurrence. The scissors, the tweezers, and needle, these tools dance under your fingers, you move them elegantly into a subtle performance of skill and patience. Satoru often asks for a Donati suture pattern because “it looks fancy”, which means more work for you.
Right now, Satoru’s attention is zeroed in on your chest and you’ll get away with simpler sewing techniques.
His fingers cup the swell on the side, his thumb swipes a half-circle right under your nipple, testing out the stiffness. “They feel bigger today.” A pause. “Swollen.”
You don’t comment yet. First, the needle pierces the edge of cut skin and you pull it through with a focused frown on your lips. Next, you curl the thread around the scissors to create a knot and tug it down while the scissors pinch into the end of the thread.
“So they are.”
“Mh,” Satoru hums, completely in a trance. His pupils are wide and it’s these moments when the Strongest looks at you with something akin to wonder. He might as well start drooling. “Are you getting your period soon?”
That makes you falter and you glance at Satoru for clarification.
“I noticed, they swell before your period. They get—” He pokes your nipple and something sore starts blooming there, making you gasp, “…sensitive.”
The thought that this intimate ritual has happened enough times for Satoru to learn your body is an oddly pleasing, perhaps a bit exciting one. You don’t let it distract you. The thread is curled around the scissors again, from the other side, then again, switching this time too to ensure tightness. A sharp hiss is audible when you finally cut the thread.
For a moment, Satoru watches your face, with his hand still on your exposed chest. Strands of hair frame your face as you tilt your head in concentration. You bite your lip whenever you use anatomical tweezers to angle the needle correctly. You stand there so calmly, Satoru is sure you’d be a wonderful doctor for anxious patients. He really admires that about you.
He gives your tit a small squeeze, feeling for lumps he knows aren’t there.
“Prettiest pair I’ve ever seen,” he says.
“These are the only pair you’ve ever seen.”
“Still,” Satoru almost sighs as his nails dig into your skin, skin that bulges out between his fingers. “Look at that, fuuuck…”
The needle curls out on the other side of the tissue. You twist the scissors, pulling it out successfully.
“So soft, so smooth. I love touching them.”
“Mh, I know you do,” you nod.
“Can I put clamps on them next time?”
“No.”
“Please.”
You shake your head. Make no mistake, despite your composure, the ministrations do have an effect. Every time you get home after one of these sessions, your panties are drenched and you have to ride your toy aggressively for an hour or so to get all that teasing out of your system. So, taking this further could be dangerous. Besides, Satoru may get the wrong idea and ask to see other parts of you next.
“No, Satoru.” You shake your head for emphasis and pretend to shift in your position. In reality, you’re just rubbing your thighs together, thinking it will give you relief. It only makes the ache between your legs worse.
Satoru pouts, his blue eyes averting to the floor like a kicked puppy.
“Can I still pinch them though?”
“Mhm.”
Another satisfying but slightly painful sensation shoots into your now reddened nipple, pressure behaving like a sharp arrow. Your breath hitches and Satoru can feel the light puff of air land on his bare chest.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m just playing.”
You give him a wobbly smile but don’t take your eyes off the knot forming under your tools, closing up Satoru’s wound. The sight of Satoru taking care of your girls—as he calls it—would make things harder. That man is too passionate in a genuine way.
“Really want to do a lot of stuff to them,” he continues, rolling the abused peak between the pads of his fingers.
“Yeah?” you ask to keep the conversation engaging. “Like what?”
There is a moment of silence as Satoru thinks about all the possibilities.
“Like putting those cups on them.”
“With the suction?”
“Yeah. Would that hurt?”
You shrug. “Dunno. Never tried something like that.”
Satoru nods, then tugs on your poor nipple, stretching the skin towards himself. It’s not enough to hurt, just to stimulate the blood flow there further.
“They’d look so good, all…” he trails off, imagining the toys hanging limply from your breasts, adding more weight to your chest and making you so sensitive that just the gentle blow of air would make you whimper, maybe even shield your tits on instinct. “All puffy and excited.”
Words fail you at this point. The last knot sits tightly over the one below and you make the final cut.
“I’m getting hard. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s just natural, right?”
“Right.” Right. It’s only in human nature to be turned on by a little nipple play. It’s okay. Your body is just reacting. Your cunt is just preparing for penetration because that is what it’s supposed to do. It’s also pretty normal to think about Satoru getting hard under his pants. You don’t look but…you almost pretended to move again just to accidentally feel the bulge. He’s seen you topless many times now. Did he jerk off after each occasion? As if on cue, you can see his legs spread from the corner of your eye.
“Feels good. That I get to do this with you.”
“That’s good.”
“Mh.”
Satoru’s hands settle on your waist as you finish up.
“You’re always so helpful,” he says with a lazy smile as he leans back against the cold wall. “So patient.”
“Can I cover up now?”
Satoru throws one last glance at his favourite toys, leans forward and presses a gentle kiss just above your nipple. Not directly on the nipple, never there, that’s too intimate. His lips barely move or part but he closes his eyes like he’s pouring his heart and soul into that little peck. He breathes out once, throat bobbing. It’s a far too sensual gesture for an unserious man like Satoru Gojo. “Thank you.”
Satoru is disturbing when he shows real emotions, like now. You can tell he needed this.
You throw away the nitrile gloves and rearrange the bra into its original form, pulling your shirt back down over your shoulder.
“Try to get hurt less, okay?”
The sorcerer flashes you a more smug smile now, white teeth flashing.
“Of course.”
You both know he wants to get hurt, just so you tend his injuries and he can have some physical connection. Loneliness presents in him in a weird way. But next time, you might bring some nipple clamps yourself.
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saw ur idea post, what about accidental confessions withe the twst boys?
A/N: oh anon you beautiful soul thank you 🙏 I’m going to write for the overblot boys in this one and then do a part to for the rest! I tried to keep them as in character as I possibly could
Accidental!
Synopsis: in the heat of the moment, he accidentally lets one too many words slip.
Tags: Reader is GN!, Reader is referred to as prefect but can be seen as a character other than Yuu, accidental confessions, some cussing, jealousy on Leona’s part, and some minor injury on Jamil’s
- Riddle Rosehearts
You and Riddle were currently within Riddle’s dorm studying. Professor Trein had a test coming up in his class and you really didn’t want to fail. Another time. When Riddle saw your distressed face, he decided to offer to help.
So now here you were, repeating back something to Riddle from the textbook.
Riddle hums in response, nodding. “It’s the other way around, but you’ve got the premise of it. Good job, prefect.”
You gave him a soft smile, “Thanks, Riddle. And I really appreciate you helping me with this.”
Riddle’s lips curved up slightly in return. “Of course, prefect. I’m always happy to help a student in need.” He said, closing his own textbook.
“Besides, you show great promise. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
Silence.
The words slipped out before he could stop himself.
He blinked a couple of times in shock, feeling his face warm incredibly quickly. “I—“ He starts. “What I meant was—“
He was even more shocked by the small laugh you let out.
“It’s okay, Riddle.” You said, still laughing softly. “I love a lot of things about you too.”
Riddle swallows thickly, feeling like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. “R—Right. Well, I suppose we can pick this up tomorrow then?”
You nod, gathering your things. “Yep! I’ll see you tomorrow!” You said, heading towards the door.
Before you leave, you turn to look at him one final time. “But let’s make it a date, yeah?”
Riddle blinks, but nods quickly, unable to get words out.
As he watches you leave, he can’t help but be slightly grateful he let the words slip out when they did.
- Leona Kingscholar
You and Leona have surprisingly kindled a little friendship within your time at NRC. After his overblot, and staying with him when a certain someone kicked you out of your dorm, it was hard not to form some sort of bond.
But, Leona is starting to realize that this bond might be something a little bit more than friendship.
I mean sure, he’ll lay on you to take a nap. Pay for your things when you can’t necessarily afford them. But that is just what friends do! …Right?
As much as he likes to deny the feelings he has for you, he can’t deny the rotten feeling in his chest when he sees you talking with someone.
He debates for a few moments whether he should just leave it alone, or to just pull you away from the guy. He chooses the latter.
“Herbivore,” He calls out to you.
You turn your head looking towards him.
He jerks his head, beckoning you towards him.
You hold up a finger, as you turn back to the guy you’re speaking to, telling him you’ll be there in a minute.
Leona clicks his tongue in response, grumbling as he stood up from where he sat.
He walked over to you and the guy, he looked like a Scrabia student.
He came up behind you, picking you up from underneath your arms. “I need to borrow this one.” He said simply, as he turned to leave. Leaving the poor student just as confused as you were.
The minute Leona put you down, you whipped around to look at him. “What the hell was that for?!” You snapped.
“Nothing.” Leona said, as you shot him a look.
Leona huffed, feeling a strange sensation of nervousness under your gaze.
He clicked his tongue again in frustration. “I just didn’t like the way he was talking to you.”
You raised a brow. “He was asking me about what class is next.” You said, crossing your arms. “What’s this really about?”
Leona sighed, scratching the back of his neck in a rare, sheepish manner. “I just…” he starts, huffing again. “I just don’t like seeing you with others, okay?” He says, a little impatiently.
“Wh—“ “I was jealous!” He burst out, possibly a little too loud.
He clears his throat, ear twitching. “I was jealous. I didn’t like seeing you with him, because..”
You look at him expectantly.
“Because i like you, herbivore.”
It’s quiet for a good three seconds.
Until he hears you say: “Should’ve lead with that.”
He sighs, a small reluctant chuckle escaping him. “Shut up, herbivore.” He says, as the two of you walk to the dinning hall.
“So, when’s our date?” You ask with a teasing smile.
He smirks back at you, but it’s different now. Softer.
“Whenever you want it to be.”
- Azul Ashengrotto
Azul was stuck in his office, head lying on the desk, as he spoke to Jade and Floyd.
“I don’t know what to do.” He said, for about the third time in the past four minutes.
“You could always tell them how you feel.” Jade suggested.
“Or you could squeeze ‘em.”
Azul shot Floyd a look at that.
Jade let out a small chuckle as Azul let out a long suffering sigh. Unbeknownst to you, Azul has liked you for quite some time now.
He wasn’t sure when it started or even how, but all he knew was that it wasn’t going away, and that it was inconveniencing him quite a lot.
Azul sighed once again, leaning back in his chair. “Should I make them a contract?” He asked, while Jade gave a small amused smile.
“I’m not sure that’s how that works.”
“Yeah, that just sounds like you’re tryin’ to be Shrimpy’s sugar daddy.”
“Floyd!” Azul sputtered.
“What? It’s true!”
Azul huffed, adjusting his glasses. Clear frustration on his usually calm features.
“So what am i supposed to say to them?”Azul asks. “Oh dear prefect! My heart bleeds for you! Would you do me the absolute honor of letting me take you out on a date!” He exaggerates, failing his arms in a dramatic manner.
“What?” A familiar voice from the doorway calls.
Azul completely freezes. Ever so slowly turning towards the doorway of his office.
And sure enough. There stood you, with that adorable confused expression on your face.
“P—Prefect! I—“ Azul stutters out, though it’s hard to really hear him when he sounds so out of breath.
Jade catches the awkward moment rather quickly, clearing his throat as he spoke aloud. “Floyd and I shall leave you two be. It seems you both need to have a chat.”
Jade gives Azul an unreadable, or at least to you it was, look before guiding his brother out of the room.
“Aw, what? I wanted to see the rest!” Floyd whines, but Jade continues to push him forward, shutting the office door behind him.
The click of the door is the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
You both stare at one another before Azul clears his throat, looking away first.
“Prefect—I..” He says, but he can’t exactly get another word out. Not with how fast his heart is beating.
You give a soft reassuring smile. “Breathe, Azul. It’s okay.” You say, noting how stiff he looks.
Azul immediately lets out a breath, but only slightly eases.
“I—I was..” He says, almost a whisper.
“I really enjoy being around you, Prefect. I feel calm and relaxed around you. And ever since—“ He pauses. “Ever since my overblot.. I can’t get you out of my head.”
You take a moment to take in his words before you speak. The sound is soft, warm. “I like you too, Azul.” You say with a smile.
Azul’s expression goes from shock to a bright smile in seconds. “You do?” He asks stupidly.
When nod in conformation, finally relaxes. “I see.”He quips, stepping close to you. Gently, almost hesitantly, taking your hand in his.
“Well then. Will you do me the honor of going on a date with me, my pearl?”
You giggle lightly at the nickname name, nodding happily. “Of course, Azul.”
Little did Azul know… Jade was the one who texted you to come to Azul’s office in the first place.
- Jamil Viper
Kalim had invited you and Grim over for a banquet that evening. Now, originally, you weren’t planning on going, but with Grim nagging you and not feeling like cooking tonight, you gave in.
So here you were, sitting down with the Scrabia students having dinner.
Coincidentally, sat next to Jamil.
“This meal is delicious, Jamil! Thank you for inviting us.” You said with a smile, sighing when you glanced at Grim, who was face first in his plate.
Jamil hummed, placing his utensil down as he spoke. “I’m glad you like it, Prefect.”
“You know, Jamil almost didn’t cook this meal.” Kalim spoke up, mouth half full of food.
“What do you mean?”
“He said he didn’t feel like cooking tonight. Let alone having a party.” Kalim explained, as Jamil shot Kalim a glare.
“But, when told him you were coming, he got rig—OW!” Kalim yelped, clutching his shin under the table where Jamil had kicked him.
You looked between the two, slightly confused, but didn’t question it. “Anyway, I just want to thank you guys again for letting us come along. We really appreciate. Right, Grim?”
You said as you glanced to Grim, only to find his seat was empty. Your face drops.
“Where’d he go?”
“HENCHMEN!” Grim yelled.
You snap your head up to find him dangling off of the magic carpet that was, for some reason, in the air.
You quickly get up from your seat, heading to where Grim is. “Grim!” You yelled, staring at the space between you two. He was high enough in the air that catching him would be incredibly difficult, not to mention risky if you were to drop him.
“Hang on, Grim! I’m coming!” You say, as you find the closest thing to climb on.
“Prefect, hold on—“ Jamil calls out, but you aren’t exactly listening. You climb higher up the pillar, close to where Grim is. But, as you climbed, you slipped slightly.
“Prefect!” Jamil yelled, a bit louder this time.
There was a bit of blood from a cut on your hand. You imagine it’s from slipping, but you don’t really care at the moment. All your focused on is getting Grim down.
“Grim! Reach towards me!”
Grim reaches for you, slightly wobbly, but finally gets your hand, jumping into your arms. You breathe a sigh of relief as you climb back down.
Once on the ground again, you are met with Kalim’s worried expression, and Jamil’s stern one.
“Are you okay?” Kalim asks.
“Yeah I’m—” “No. You’re not.”
You look over at Jamil, who has his arms crossed. “Your hand is bleeding.” He states, as you look down.
“Oh yeah, it’s nothing I can just—”
“I’m patching you up. Come on.” Jamil cuts you off, grabbing your wrist.
Jamil hands Grim to Kalim before either of you can protest.
“Jamil, seriously I’m fine, it’s just a scratch—”
“No, it’s not.” He says firmly, not harsh, just stern. “You could’ve fell. Or gotten hurt. Or worse. I can’t have that happen. Not to you.” He says, realizing what he said a second too late.
“…What do you say?”
“I— I meant—”
“No you didn’t.” You said. Looking at him in the eyes now.
He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I..” He starts, before taking in another deep breath.
“I care about you, Prefect. A lot…more than I was anticipating..” He said, not looking you directly.
You gave small laugh. “I care about you too, Jamil.”
He gave you a small smile, squeezing your hand gently.
“Ow, easy!” You hissed, looking down at your hand.
“Shit, sorry—” Jamil said, guiding you to the door.
He leaned in close to your ear, whispering softly. “I’ll make sure dinner is just us next time.”
- Vil Schoenheit
Over the past few weeks, you’ve noticed that your skin on your shoulders has been a little bit dry.
Whether that be because of stress, or the amount of overblots you’ve been dealing with, you don’t know. But the last thing you want is to have dry skin right now.
So who better to ask than the beauty queen himself, Vil.
Now, you have to admit, you were a little intimidated by the blonde. Maybe it was from the resting look on his face. Or from the things Epel had told you. But either way, speaking to him made you feel slightly nervous.
But, on the contrary, you’ve seen the way Vil has helped improve Epel’s self care habits, or other students confidence, so you can’t help but to want to ask for his advice.
You make your way to the Pomefiore dorm, looking around at the beautiful atmosphere around you. You reach the dorm, trying to figure out where the hell to go.
“Ah! Le Trickster! What brings you to our humble dorm?”
You turn at the familiar French accent, offering a warm smile. “Hey, Rook. I’m looking for Vil, have you seen him anywhere?”
“Ah, oui! He is in his dorm at the moment. I’ll be happy to guide you!” Rook says, turning on his heel with a flair.
You laugh softly, following him. “Thank you.”
Rook guides you to the Housewarden’s dorm, knocking three time exactly on the door. “Roi du Posion! You have a visitor!” Rook calls as you hear movement from behind the door.
“Come in,” You hear as Rook opens the door for you.
“There you are, dear Trickster.”
You smile at him. “Thank you, Rook.”
You step inside, in awe of the nicely decorated room.
“Ah, Prefect. What brings you here?”
You turn to see Vil, sitting at his vanity, looking as though he just finished removing his makeup.
You smile politely, shuffling slightly. “Well..uhm. I was wondering if I could ask for some advice.”
Vil turns his full attention to you, brow raised with curiosity. “Oh? Go on.”
“Well, my skin on my shoulders has been really dry recently..” You explain with slight embarrassment. “I’m not exactly sure why, but I was wondering if you had any advice, or maybe suggestions on some skin care?”
Vil’s expression immediately softens. “Of course. Come, I’ll show you a few things I have.”
He gets up from his seat in front of the vanity, gesturing for you to sit.
You sit down, slightly hesitant, as he gently removes your sweater to expose your shoulders. “Do you mind if I have a look?” He asks.
“Oh! No, not at all.”
Vil hums, glancing down at your shoulders. He runs his thumb along the dry skin, which sends a slight shiver down your spine.
“Hm, it does seem dry. Luckily, I have a moisturizer you can use.” He said, moving to grab the moisturizer.
He glances at you in the mirror, a small small on his lips. “Such gorgeous eyes..” He murmurs.
“W—What?” You say, slightly caught off guard.
Vil blinks, realizing he said it out loud. He clears his throat, you can see a pale pink blush cross his cheeks.
“Your eyes are quite beautiful, Prefect. Just one more thing I enjoy about you.” Vil says softly, almost whispering.
You can feel your own face warming has he hands you the moisturizer. “Thank you, Vil.”
Vil smiles as you stand, grabbing your sweater. “Of course, I’m happy to help.”
As you head towards the door, you hear Vil call to you “Oh and Prefect?”
“Yes?”
“Do be sure to come by tomorrow.”
You blink, slightly confused. “What for?”
“Our date of course.”
- Idia Shroud
You were currently in the board game club with Azul and Idia. Or rather, Idia’s tablet.
The three of you were having a meeting on which board game to play next, giving suggestions, and so on and so forth.
You joined the club after Azul suggested pressured you into joining. At first, you thought this was going to suck, but the more you came, the more you enjoyed the club.
You found out that you and Idia have more in common that you initially realized, which sparked a nice friendship between the two of you.
Or that’s what you thought. The more and more you and Idia spoke, the more he started to fall for you. Not that he would ever admit that out loud…
Until… this specific meeting.
Idia was listening to you and Azul talk on mute, at least, that what he thinks. You hear little breaths, little shuffles of his chair here and there but not really much talking. That is, until…
“Ugh, they’re so pretty… I wish I had the guts to ask them out..”
Both you and Azul stare at the tablet in awe, leaving Idia to wonder why you both had stopped taking all of a sudden.
Azul clears his throat, but his shocked expression still remains. “Idia, you mic is on.”
Idia freezes as he looks down at the mic button in horror. Only to realize that Azul is right…and you just heard every word he just spoke.
The last thing you hear is a breathy “Oh seven—” before the tablet returns to the state it was supposed to be in.
You try your best to hold in your laugh as Azul shakes his head with a sigh.
You pull out your phone, going to contacts before clicking on Idia’s.
[Name]: I’d love to go on a date with you. All you had to do was ask. <3
The message nearly sends Idia into cardiac arrest as the tips of his hair turn bright pink.
- Malleus Dragconia
Every night, you and Malleus have a small tradition where after it has rained, the two of you sit on one of the balconies at Ramshakle, and watch the stars.
It was a perfect way for you to relax after dealing with classes all day, or Grim and Ace’s nonsense, or the Headmage’a unhelpful words on when he was going to find you a way home.
The two of you lay against the floor of the balcony, looking up at the sky.
“Back in my world, they called the line of stars up there, the Big Dipper.”
“Hm, how interesting. Is there any reason for that?”
Malleus asks you as you turn to look at him.
“It’s a myth in my world. Each set of stars means something different.”
Malleus hums, a small smile gracing his lips. “How quaint.”
You smile, looking up at the stars again. “They are especially pretty in this world.”
“As are you, Child of Man..” He whispered.
You quickly turn to look at him. “What?”
He stills. “Ah. I said that out loud didn’t I..”
“Yes.”
Malleus chuckles softly to himself, reaching over and brushing a stray loc of hair out of your face.
“I mean it. I hope you know that.”
You smile at him, scooting closer as you intertwine your fingers with his.
“I know.”
A/N: guys I was lowkey pulling these scenarios out of my ass so I’m sorry if the seem a little strange 😭
Warm laughter in the kitchen. Arms around your waist while you are trying to do something. Stolen kisses. Teasing. Comfort. The kind of love that feels easy even when life is difficult.
Caleb loves loudly compared to the others.
Not necessarily with grand gestures all the time, but with openness. With presence. With the constant reminder that you are loved every single day.
Marriage with him feels like:
coming home and immediately being happier because he is there.
He Absolutely Adores Calling You “My Wife”
This man abuses the privilege immediately.
Constantly.
“That is my wife.”
“Have you met my wife?”
“My wife made this.”
“My wife is prettier than all of you, actually.”
Completely shameless.
And every single time he says it, he sounds proud.
Husband Caleb Is Extremely Affectionate
There is no such thing as personal space anymore.
You are getting:
hugs from behind
random kisses
hand holding
forehead nudges
him flopping dramatically onto you when tired
If you walk past him?
He is touching you somehow.
He Makes Home Feel Warm
With Caleb, home becomes alive.
Music playing.
Food cooking.
His laughter from another room.
You hearing him call your name just because he wants your attention.
Everything feels softer when he is around.
He Loves Domestic Life More Than He Expected
Caleb genuinely enjoys doing mundane things with you.
Especially:
grocery shopping
cooking together
late night snack runs
decorating for holidays
arguing playfully over what to watch
He makes ordinary moments feel important.
He Is Protective But Playful About It
Most of the time, his protectiveness comes out as teasing.
“Careful.”
“You are banned from hurting yourself.”
“Do you know how expensive hospital bills are?”
But when something actually happens to you?
The humour disappears instantly.
And that change is terrifying.
He Worries Constantly
Even if he hides it behind smiles.
texts to make sure you got home
reminders to eat
checking if you slept enough
asking about your day in detail
He notices more than people think.
Especially when it comes to you.
He Loves Physical Closeness While Sleeping
Caleb is absolutely the type to:
pull you against him
wrap himself around you
complain if you get out of bed too early
Half asleep:
“Come back.”
And somehow you always do.
Husband Caleb Is Your Biggest Hype Man
This man supports you aggressively.
You mention a goal once and suddenly he is:
encouraging you constantly
bragging about you to others
reminding you how capable you are
No one believes in you louder than Caleb does.
He Is Surprisingly Soft After Arguments
Arguments hit him harder than he lets on.
He hates distance between you.
Even if he is frustrated, he still:
checks if you ate
asks if you got home safely
hovers nearby
And eventually?
He always comes back softer.
“I do not like fighting with you.”
He Secretly Loves Married Routines
Things he pretends not to care about but absolutely does:
wearing matching rings
shared closets
your things mixed with his
introducing you as his spouse
hearing you call him “husband”
It makes him ridiculously happy.
He Gets Jealous More Easily Than He Admits
Not toxic jealousy.
But visible jealousy.
pouting
clinging more
interrupting conversations to steal your attention
If someone flirts with you too much?
Suddenly his arm is around your shoulders.
“Sorry,” he says casually. “Married.”
The smug smile afterward is unbearable.
He Loves Making You Laugh
One of Caleb’s favourite sounds is your laughter.
He will:
tease you
tell terrible jokes
act dramatic on purpose
Just to hear it.
And if you laugh really hard?
He looks at you like he just won something.
Sick Days With Husband Caleb
He becomes unbearably attentive.
making soup
piling blankets on you
checking your forehead every ten minutes
dramatically accusing you of “betraying your immune system”
But underneath the teasing?
He is genuinely worried.
He stays close the entire time.
Underneath Everything…
Caleb loves with his whole heart.
Openly.
Warmly.
Without hesitation.
Marriage with him feels like:
safety
laughter
loyalty
being adored every day without doubt
The kind of love that fills every corner of your life until you cannot imagine loneliness anymore.
